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“No I’ve totally got this.”
“But, Yamcha…”
“Puar, hush, morph into something with no mouth.”
The shape shifter rolled her eyes and obediently changed so her mouth was gone, her eyebrows drawn together in a concerned frown. Yamcha spread his arms, the wind pulling at his gi, and grinned at her.
“Bukujutsu can’t be that hard. Tien and Chiaotzu can do it easy.”
And he jumped off the cliff. And sailed cheerily down to the bottom. And landed with a heavy thump.
Puar winced as he called weakly, “I’m okay!” She had been going to offer to be a parachute…